[It's a sign of worry that gnaws at Vanitas' heart even as he finishes stripping and clambering back onto Vincent's lap, eager to press his cool body against his lover's. He knows that any conversation they'll have will be difficult, but it's important that they're open and honest, like Vincent has always wanted.
Yet under that multi-colored gaze, he finds himself wilting somewhat. What he feels... The things he's going through. They're not something he can just brush aside, as much as he might like to for simplicity's sake.]
I... I'm fond of him, it's true. I adore him. He's been nothing but good to me since that first night here. But... [He breathes a shaky sigh, steeling himself.] It's you I've fallen for, Vince. That's not about to change. Yet I don't expect you two to be friends, even if I wish you could. I know I screwed things up royally by trying to force the issue...
[ What seems to be confirmation might instill an ache within him, yet Vincent still finds himself slipping his arms behind the other, to embrace. Nudges his forehead affectionately, both to comfort and share in what he feels.
There's almost a touch of guilt, at hearing Vanitas confess his love under this situation. How difficult it is for his lover to do so, and despite that, how it makes his heart flutter. Vincent finds himself rather deplorable for it. ]
I'm afraid the issue isn't that simple, kitten. It's my unwillingness which causes you physical distress. [ Brow furrowing, his eyes close as he leans into Vanitas just so. ] I know myself, and what I could do; I'd go to any length necessary to see that you're well.
[Being welcomed into his lover's arms brings forth an outpouring of warm feelings from Vanitas, who returns the nudging with a bump of his own, almost feline display of adoration. It's a welcome gesture that earns a content sigh from him.
This despite how much he struggles with conveying what it is he feels, making sure to clarify his stance on their relationship. He gets a sense of happiness from Vincent, plus a darker emotion, which has him moving his hands up to run over his horns.]
I'll be alright. I've been through worse. [Which isn't to say it's much easier, but... He doesn't want Vincent to fret, either. Lightly, he shakes him by the horns.] I know you would. That's why I trust you, Vince... But you don't need to fight for me, okay?
[ Being rattled around in the midst of a serious conversation certainly throws him off. Ears flattening back, he clutches at Vanitas - and once he has his bearing again, his lips purse to the side with a light huff.
Before he responds, however, he'll kiss Vanitas. The love he has for this little idiot is without bounds. ]
I know you don't need me to. Even so... I always will. [ Teeth scraping at his own bottom lip, his gaze falls. ] I couldn't stand knowing that someone had manipulated you, even with your benefit in mind. I don't wish to do the same. I've made that mistake too many times in the past... but these damned souls of mine, and their insidious desires, no worse than my own... [ A terse sniff, nearly a scoff at himself. ] ... I'm afraid. Of hurting you. Losing you.
[More contradictions from his idiot, really, trying to lightly shake things up during a serious conversation like this. Though in trying to keep things from becoming too heavy, perhaps he's being overly flippant. So instead, he massages those horns, sighing.
A noise which turns into a soft moan as they kiss, his desires becoming roused. Something he tries to ignore for the time being.]
I appreciate it... It... makes me feel cared for. [Loved, even. Knowing that Vincent would go so far for him.] He didn't manipulate me though? At least-- I don't think he did. [He doesn't know the whole story, after all. Shaking his head, he wraps his arms around Vincent.] You've been nothing but honest, you know. I can't imagine you even trying to coerce me, directly or discreetly. That's why you won't lose me, Vince. Because I... I really adore you. More than anyone, here or back home.
[ With a thoughtful hum, Vincent's touch smooths down his lover's back, tail slid between his fingers to grasp. Of course, that mild teasing subsides once Vanitas' words truly register.
It's more than he'd expected. For some, perhaps that could be assumed with the confessions of love, but... it's a terribly complicated thing. It is possible to love someone and not enjoy them much at all.
Barely noticeable, but his breath wavers. ]
It must be love, after all, if it's blinded you to who I really am... [ Muttered against Vanitas' lips, just shy of stealing them. ]
[Having his tail held earns a keening whine from Vanitas, and his lips turn into a pout once it stops, ears flicking with annoyance.
He knows how powerful his words can be to Vincent, and hopes to properly convey his complex feelings for the other man through them, without complicating matters further. Maybe Vincent his right, perhaps he is blinded by love. That thought leaves him blinking, considering the possibility.]
Or maybe you've become someone better in the time you've been here. [Since his lover won't close the distance, he does instead, eagerly nipping at Vincent's lower lip as he grows breathless.] Aside from the odd violent outburst, you've been wonderful, you know...
[And perhaps surprisingly, he's unbothered by said fits of anger.]
[ Softly, he groans under that precious nip. Arm secured around Vanitas' middle, he turns to crawl further up the bed, and plop the other down atop the pillows. There, Vincent will lean in to kiss him properly, thighs tucked beneath the other's and bodies flush. ]
I want to believe that's true. For you. [ Whispered, before another kiss. ] Don't let me stay from that. Or you.
[That sound is enough to make his tail quiver with anticipation, so he eagerly helps them get further situated on the bed, where he grinds his hips against Vincent's with a heady sigh as his tongue runs over his lips to moisten them.]
The same goes for me, too. Although I can't help thinking that if anything, I've been awful to you... [Nodding, he follows after him to seal their lips together.] I won't. I like you being mine... It makes me feel... special.
[ With a rumbling hum, he rolls his hips, in turn. Between all their kisses, he's come to cup Vanitas' face, thumb dragging beneath the younger man's lower lip as he carefully comes to grasp his jaw. ]
Mm. You are. To me, there's no one more precious... [ To deny that his partner has done unkind things to him certainly wouldn't be honest, and that stirs a complexity of feelings within him; so, he considers his words. It's nigh impossible to keep that darkness from seeping through their connection, however. ] You know what to do, in order to keep me. Love me faithfully, relentlessly, and make me forget the rest.
[It's a motion that makes him groan and squirm out of need. The ears on his head flick forward, keen on the touch being offered to him, lips parting just so.]
Vince... I... [His words die on his lips as those darker emotions filter on through, leaving him feeling a pang of guilt and worry. But Vincent doesn't lie to him, and instead makes him feel warm and excitedly nervous by offering him a way to keep him.] I will. I'm yours to do with what you will...
[ Fingers trail down Vanitas’ neck while he shifts to sit back, eyes drinking in the sight of his lover beneath him. Ever so casually, he takes both their cocks in hand, to rock against his lover, stimulating himself to a full erection. ]
So I will. But not just this. [ A quavering breath in his pleasure. ] I want… to make you happy. Feel safe enough to share with me when you’re not. Trust that I love you.
[That seems to put Vanitas at ease, allowing him to relax and simply enjoy the sensation of being admired before it's coupled with the pleasure of having their cocks pressed together, warmth flooding him with a soft moan. Squirming in place, he latches onto Vincent's shoulders with both hands, claws lightly sinking into his skin.]
I do, Vince... I really do, honest. [Tipping his head to one side, he shivers in relief at getting to experience this familiar feeling once more. He's become addicted to it, really.] And I want you to be able to do the same. I don't want you hurting silently all the time...
[ Shoulders rolling back into Vanitas' hold, his lashes weigh more heavily over his eyes as a heated sigh pours from his lips. As though this all hadn't been delicious enough on its own, experiencing intimacy through their bond has become addicting, indeed.
With his lover's reassurances, it is because of that bond that Vincent knows, he may trust the other. Leaning down, he tilts his head mindfully, to take his lips in a feather-light kiss. ]
If that's what you want, I will try.
[ With a shift of the hips, he will reposition himself, tip teasing against the younger man's entrance. ]
[In an attempt to be reassuring, he rubs both thumbs against Vincent's shoulders in small circles, ears flicking with interest as what they're feeling pours through their connection. It's both overwhelming and yet not enough, not compared with what they could be having.
So he desperately kisses at Vincent's mouth, legs spreading and hooking around him to draw him in when he gets so close to entering him.]
Mmm... It's not fair for you to dote on me while I do nothing for you in return.
[His chaste kiss turns more passionate as his half-lidded eyes gaze into those mismatched ones, his body alight with the burning desire to be filled.]
[ A satisfied hum escapes him, between their mouths. Small though they may be, the consideration provides him more than physical satisfaction. In turn, he takes his time, ensuring that Vanitas might enjoy the whole of their experience with one another. ]
That isn't how I see it.
[ Pausing to indulge in their kiss, his tongue seeks to explore his lover's mouth. Meanwhile, however, his mind works to understand - because there might be more to those words than his lover lets on.
To accept an outpouring of love, without feeling capable of providing, in turn... that could be instill a sense of incapability, unsuitability. Even loneliness.
So, when they finally part, he meets Vanitas' gaze fully. Despite his gentle pants beyond barely parted lips, the other has his full attention. ]
If that's how you feel, however... tell me what I can do to change that.
[ Of course, he doesn't need to answer right away. Vincent still knows how they communicate most effectively - and so, he mindfully presses past his lover's delicate ring of muscle, to slowly slide his length inside. ]
[Always grateful of Vincent's mindfulness, he squirms in place, eager for more but unwilling to put pressure on his lover to rush. At those words, he raises a curious brow.]
No...?
[He works hard to meet Vincent's tongue with his own, soft, subtle moans slipping past his lips. He means what he says, with Vincent's words haunting him: about how he only brings him misery. That had a powerful effect on his perception and self-worth.
He doesn't want to be the sort of person who can only instill suffering in someone, despite his claims to not being anybody's friend or ally. Things are different now, different here. He's gotten attached to Vincent like no other.
With their eyes locked upon one another, he gasps for air, cheeks hot with need. He considers those words deeply, grateful that Vincent seems to know him well enough to realize he likely needs a bit of time and that physical acts are helpful in communicating between them. His arms wrap around his lover, drawing him in close as he exhales and relaxes to make entering easier, coupled with soft moans of approving pleasure.]
How can I make you happy...? I know being only yours, but... there must be more I can do, right?
[ A purring sort of groan, as Vincent settles atop his lover. With one hand threaded Vanitas' hair at the nape of his neck, his other firmly grasps the younger man's hip while pushing himself in to the hilt.
Slowly, he peppers kisses along a corner of the other's mouth as he speaks. ]
I'm happy when I wake to find you nestled against me... I just about fall in love again, every time you think to look after me in the ways which I fail to do for myself. Or how ferociously you might scold me for my messiness, yet are still content to share a space with me... [ Really, he can go on. ]
[Craning his head back as Vincent reaches deep within him, Vanitas lets out a shaky sigh of contentment. His claws scrape lightly over the other's skin, egging him on to bury himself in completely.
Affectionately, he rubs his cheek against his lover's laughing quietly.]
So sentimental... [It's said fondly as he rolls his hips.] I suppose then I can do those things for you. I don't mind, even picking up after you when you leave your things scattered about. I just... don't want to be the cause of your pain anymore... [Dragging his claws over Vincent's skin, he paws lightly at his chest, then moves to cup his cheeks.] I adore you, you know.
[ Allowing his lids to fall, Vincent allows the sound of the other’s laughter to fill and warm him. Features soft, he’ll even return that nuzzling of cheeks. ]
Mm. [ Something of a shameless confirmation - though, it quickly drawls into a sound of pleasure, as Vanitas rolls his hips. Returning the favor with a buck of his own, he’ll then slide an arm beneath his lover’s waist while building pace a touch more kindly. ] It’s not so much what you do— but who you are… [ However, with his face cupped like so, being directly confronted with that sentiment… Vincent can feel his cheeks grow hot as words momentarily fail him. ]
[It never cease to amaze Vanitas how gentle and loving Vincent can be in contrast to his fits of rage. And as much as he enjoys both, he has to admit that seeing his lover happy is better than upset.
As they start building a rhythm, a back and forth that gets him moaning as his head tips back, he clings that much harder, pawing at Vincent greedily to drag him in for a kiss.]
Who I am, huh...? I've always thought of myself as an aberration... Something that wasn't meant to exist. Not a human yet not a vampire, either... [He breathes a sigh as he raises his hips to meet Vincent's.] But you've been helping me see otherwise...
[ Quietly moaning into their kiss, Vincent assists his lover in keeping their bodies near. Back arching and rocking against Vanitas, to grind the other man's cock between their stomachs. ]
I'm glad... after all - mn - the world might reject us, but no one can stop us from finding a home with each other...
[Breath catching as his length is deliciously rubbed between their bodies, Vanitas clutches tightly to Vincent, legs rising to wrap around him so he can draw him in closer until the heat between them becomes almost overwhelming.]
That's true... I haven't had a home in years... Not since-- [Jerking as his lover hits that spot within him, he moans loudly and with a keening whine, tail thrashing about.] V..Vince...
[ Leaning back to sit on his haunches, he pulls Vanitas up along with him. Face buried into the crook of his partner's neck, Vincent nips and kisses his way along the soft skin beneath his lips - while bouncing the other on his lap, to hit that spot he covets once and again. ]
We have one now. [ He manages, between heated breaths. ] Here.
[A gasp escapes from him as they move into an upright position, Vincent's unique cock rubbing at him in the best way possible. He can't help whimpering as the smattering of kisses warm his heart, though any thoughts of voicing as much fly out the window as Vincent pounds into him, making his entire body tremble with hot need.]
Ngh... T..That's true... [He gasps out, moaning while his claws sink into his lover.] You've become my home...
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Yet under that multi-colored gaze, he finds himself wilting somewhat. What he feels... The things he's going through. They're not something he can just brush aside, as much as he might like to for simplicity's sake.]
I... I'm fond of him, it's true. I adore him. He's been nothing but good to me since that first night here. But... [He breathes a shaky sigh, steeling himself.] It's you I've fallen for, Vince. That's not about to change. Yet I don't expect you two to be friends, even if I wish you could. I know I screwed things up royally by trying to force the issue...
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There's almost a touch of guilt, at hearing Vanitas confess his love under this situation. How difficult it is for his lover to do so, and despite that, how it makes his heart flutter. Vincent finds himself rather deplorable for it. ]
I'm afraid the issue isn't that simple, kitten. It's my unwillingness which causes you physical distress. [ Brow furrowing, his eyes close as he leans into Vanitas just so. ] I know myself, and what I could do; I'd go to any length necessary to see that you're well.
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This despite how much he struggles with conveying what it is he feels, making sure to clarify his stance on their relationship. He gets a sense of happiness from Vincent, plus a darker emotion, which has him moving his hands up to run over his horns.]
I'll be alright. I've been through worse. [Which isn't to say it's much easier, but... He doesn't want Vincent to fret, either. Lightly, he shakes him by the horns.] I know you would. That's why I trust you, Vince... But you don't need to fight for me, okay?
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Before he responds, however, he'll kiss Vanitas. The love he has for this little idiot is without bounds. ]
I know you don't need me to. Even so... I always will. [ Teeth scraping at his own bottom lip, his gaze falls. ] I couldn't stand knowing that someone had manipulated you, even with your benefit in mind. I don't wish to do the same. I've made that mistake too many times in the past... but these damned souls of mine, and their insidious desires, no worse than my own... [ A terse sniff, nearly a scoff at himself. ] ... I'm afraid. Of hurting you. Losing you.
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A noise which turns into a soft moan as they kiss, his desires becoming roused. Something he tries to ignore for the time being.]
I appreciate it... It... makes me feel cared for. [Loved, even. Knowing that Vincent would go so far for him.] He didn't manipulate me though? At least-- I don't think he did. [He doesn't know the whole story, after all. Shaking his head, he wraps his arms around Vincent.] You've been nothing but honest, you know. I can't imagine you even trying to coerce me, directly or discreetly. That's why you won't lose me, Vince. Because I... I really adore you. More than anyone, here or back home.
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It's more than he'd expected. For some, perhaps that could be assumed with the confessions of love, but... it's a terribly complicated thing. It is possible to love someone and not enjoy them much at all.
Barely noticeable, but his breath wavers. ]
It must be love, after all, if it's blinded you to who I really am... [ Muttered against Vanitas' lips, just shy of stealing them. ]
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He knows how powerful his words can be to Vincent, and hopes to properly convey his complex feelings for the other man through them, without complicating matters further. Maybe Vincent his right, perhaps he is blinded by love. That thought leaves him blinking, considering the possibility.]
Or maybe you've become someone better in the time you've been here. [Since his lover won't close the distance, he does instead, eagerly nipping at Vincent's lower lip as he grows breathless.] Aside from the odd violent outburst, you've been wonderful, you know...
[And perhaps surprisingly, he's unbothered by said fits of anger.]
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I want to believe that's true. For you. [ Whispered, before another kiss. ] Don't let me stay from that. Or you.
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The same goes for me, too. Although I can't help thinking that if anything, I've been awful to you... [Nodding, he follows after him to seal their lips together.] I won't. I like you being mine... It makes me feel... special.
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Mm. You are. To me, there's no one more precious... [ To deny that his partner has done unkind things to him certainly wouldn't be honest, and that stirs a complexity of feelings within him; so, he considers his words. It's nigh impossible to keep that darkness from seeping through their connection, however. ] You know what to do, in order to keep me. Love me faithfully, relentlessly, and make me forget the rest.
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Vince... I... [His words die on his lips as those darker emotions filter on through, leaving him feeling a pang of guilt and worry. But Vincent doesn't lie to him, and instead makes him feel warm and excitedly nervous by offering him a way to keep him.] I will. I'm yours to do with what you will...
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Good.
[ Fingers trail down Vanitas’ neck while he shifts to sit back, eyes drinking in the sight of his lover beneath him. Ever so casually, he takes both their cocks in hand, to rock against his lover, stimulating himself to a full erection. ]
So I will. But not just this. [ A quavering breath in his pleasure. ] I want… to make you happy. Feel safe enough to share with me when you’re not. Trust that I love you.
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I do, Vince... I really do, honest. [Tipping his head to one side, he shivers in relief at getting to experience this familiar feeling once more. He's become addicted to it, really.] And I want you to be able to do the same. I don't want you hurting silently all the time...
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With his lover's reassurances, it is because of that bond that Vincent knows, he may trust the other. Leaning down, he tilts his head mindfully, to take his lips in a feather-light kiss. ]
If that's what you want, I will try.
[ With a shift of the hips, he will reposition himself, tip teasing against the younger man's entrance. ]
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So he desperately kisses at Vincent's mouth, legs spreading and hooking around him to draw him in when he gets so close to entering him.]
Mmm... It's not fair for you to dote on me while I do nothing for you in return.
[His chaste kiss turns more passionate as his half-lidded eyes gaze into those mismatched ones, his body alight with the burning desire to be filled.]
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That isn't how I see it.
[ Pausing to indulge in their kiss, his tongue seeks to explore his lover's mouth. Meanwhile, however, his mind works to understand - because there might be more to those words than his lover lets on.
To accept an outpouring of love, without feeling capable of providing, in turn... that could be instill a sense of incapability, unsuitability. Even loneliness.
So, when they finally part, he meets Vanitas' gaze fully. Despite his gentle pants beyond barely parted lips, the other has his full attention. ]
If that's how you feel, however... tell me what I can do to change that.
[ Of course, he doesn't need to answer right away. Vincent still knows how they communicate most effectively - and so, he mindfully presses past his lover's delicate ring of muscle, to slowly slide his length inside. ]
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No...?
[He works hard to meet Vincent's tongue with his own, soft, subtle moans slipping past his lips. He means what he says, with Vincent's words haunting him: about how he only brings him misery. That had a powerful effect on his perception and self-worth.
He doesn't want to be the sort of person who can only instill suffering in someone, despite his claims to not being anybody's friend or ally. Things are different now, different here. He's gotten attached to Vincent like no other.
With their eyes locked upon one another, he gasps for air, cheeks hot with need. He considers those words deeply, grateful that Vincent seems to know him well enough to realize he likely needs a bit of time and that physical acts are helpful in communicating between them. His arms wrap around his lover, drawing him in close as he exhales and relaxes to make entering easier, coupled with soft moans of approving pleasure.]
How can I make you happy...? I know being only yours, but... there must be more I can do, right?
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Slowly, he peppers kisses along a corner of the other's mouth as he speaks. ]
I'm happy when I wake to find you nestled against me... I just about fall in love again, every time you think to look after me in the ways which I fail to do for myself. Or how ferociously you might scold me for my messiness, yet are still content to share a space with me... [ Really, he can go on. ]
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Affectionately, he rubs his cheek against his lover's laughing quietly.]
So sentimental... [It's said fondly as he rolls his hips.] I suppose then I can do those things for you. I don't mind, even picking up after you when you leave your things scattered about. I just... don't want to be the cause of your pain anymore... [Dragging his claws over Vincent's skin, he paws lightly at his chest, then moves to cup his cheeks.] I adore you, you know.
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Mm. [ Something of a shameless confirmation - though, it quickly drawls into a sound of pleasure, as Vanitas rolls his hips. Returning the favor with a buck of his own, he’ll then slide an arm beneath his lover’s waist while building pace a touch more kindly. ] It’s not so much what you do— but who you are… [ However, with his face cupped like so, being directly confronted with that sentiment… Vincent can feel his cheeks grow hot as words momentarily fail him. ]
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As they start building a rhythm, a back and forth that gets him moaning as his head tips back, he clings that much harder, pawing at Vincent greedily to drag him in for a kiss.]
Who I am, huh...? I've always thought of myself as an aberration... Something that wasn't meant to exist. Not a human yet not a vampire, either... [He breathes a sigh as he raises his hips to meet Vincent's.] But you've been helping me see otherwise...
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I'm glad... after all - mn - the world might reject us, but no one can stop us from finding a home with each other...
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That's true... I haven't had a home in years... Not since-- [Jerking as his lover hits that spot within him, he moans loudly and with a keening whine, tail thrashing about.] V..Vince...
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We have one now. [ He manages, between heated breaths. ] Here.
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Ngh... T..That's true... [He gasps out, moaning while his claws sink into his lover.] You've become my home...
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